'I Die Inside Poem by Margaret Alice

Spirit like a little bird,
wings clipped, buoyancy crushed,
deflated, lost energy,
no desire for flight,
no joy in fight,
spirit crushed

The crocodile built
a bulwark of books
between her and
the reality
outside…

Glitter represents sunlight
and fairy dust – glitter
makes me fly
I carry the glitter
in my bag,
smuggled all contraband
- prohibited by the Boss -
on board - stashed
everything away –
at my feet!

Every game has rules, the
rule of today: Don’t
interfere, don’t
prescribe, shut
up and
die.

I die inside.